At My Doorstep

A closer look at those who come to the filmmaker's door becomes a way of entering a parallel world of garbage collectors, domestic workers, delivery boys, watchmen – all those who labour long hours in difficult conditions to make middle and upper class lives in the city of Bombay more comfortable. These providers of services and goods often remain faceless and nameless. They are, like the people who enjoy their services, mainly migrants, but their presence here is more sharply defined by the lack of survival options back home. Nothing else explains why they should bear with such harsh living and unfair working conditions.
The film looks at the crisscrossing of various lives in the filmmaker's housing colony, gleaning from this microcosm a sense of how millions work, interact and struggle for a firmer foothold in an indifferent, often hostile megacity.